If Liu Kongyi didn't say things like "be my teacher of one word", "serve tea and water", "and there will be generous rewards", it would be fine for Zhao Rong to go up and help her change a few words.

But what's the matter with this act of you wanting to have an in-depth exchange with Master Yi Zi and get into the groove?

Zhao Rong's mouth twitched slightly. Seeing Qingjun just nodded calmly, he didn't know whether she was satisfied with his answer or she had never thought about it at all?

No, Zhao Ziyu, you have to stay alert. Although women and men become stupider when they are in love, in some aspects, their sense of smell may be more sensitive...

At this moment, Lu Zhu, who had been eavesdropping beside Zhao Rong and the others, burst out laughing, "Master Zhao, you sound as if you can definitely change it into a good poem if you go up there."

Zhao Rong raised his eyebrows and wanted to ignore the yellow-haired girl, but out of the corner of his eye he saw Qingjun beside him looking away, as if she didn't hear the embarrassing words.

Zhao Rong felt a little warm in his heart, and then he glanced at the "Tian Xian Zi" in the middle of the table, then turned to Lu Zhu and said, "It's simple, just change one word."

Luzhu was curious, "What word?"

Concubine Zhao Ling also listened quietly.

"Play." Zhao Rong turned around and said casually, "The clouds broke and the moon came out, the flowers swayed their shadows, not good. The clouds broke and the moon came out, the flowers played with their shadows, great."

"The clouds have broken, the moon has come out, and the flowers are playing with shadows? The flowers are playing with shadows..."

Luzhu muttered softly several times, her eyebrows gradually gathered together, and her mouth slightly opened, ready to ask again, but someone around her had already spoken.

A scholar who happened to be passing by the academy stopped and frowned, "Junior brother, your word '弄' needs to be discussed."

Zhao Rong turned around and found that the person who spoke was a senior brother who came with him. He was usually dull and serious, and his academic approach was rigorous.

The senior brother said in a serious tone: "The word '弄' is rarely used in poetry. Although it is okay to use new and strange words, this word... is too frivolous...弄... is not appropriate..."

Luzhu blushed slightly. She liked reading poetry and had some experience. Although she had never experienced any love affairs between men and women, she was secretly taken by the sisters in the garden to read some books about fights between men and women at night. So she immediately understood what the scholar from the academy meant.

Flowers play with shadows, flowers play with shadows.

The image of flower originally related to women, and was often used as a synonym, and the word "弄" (nong) was closely related to fighting between men and women... Another word that is comparable to "弄" (nong) is "失" (lose)...

Luzhu's mind reappeared the pictures and texts in the book... The women in the book usually seemed to shout this word after losing a fight... Lost...

Luzhu felt guilty for her quick understanding. She shook her head like pounding garlic to dispel these embarrassing thoughts, and then she became a little conflicted.

The clouds break and the moon comes out, casting shadows on the flowers.

It reads smoothly, and the more Luzhu reads, the more she feels that this poem has charm, but... is this word really suitable?

She nodded and stared at Zhao Rong, wanting to know how he would explain.

When Concubine Zhao Ling heard the words of the scholar from the academy, she felt a little strange. Frivolous? What was wrong with the word "husband"...

However, Zhao Rong did not respond to the questions from his dull senior brother and the curious look from the little girl Red Carp.

He smiled brilliantly and bowed to the senior brother who suddenly interrupted him, "Senior brother, what you said makes sense."

After saying this, he did not stay any longer and took Concubine Zhao Lingfei to another place.

Senior Brother Duban shook his head and turned away.

Luzhu scratched the back of her head and repeated, "The clouds broke, the moon came out, the flowers cast shadows, the clouds broke, the moon came out, the flowers cast shadows..."

Liu Kongyi's attempt to find a teacher who could teach him just one word was unsuccessful.

This made the originally lively gathering a little awkward, so Ye Ruoxi, as the organizer of the Nuanxi Gathering, organized another elegant event that everyone could participate in. As for the ink washing paper on the main table in the center of the gathering, it was not put away immediately. Occasionally, some men who were unwilling to give up would get an inspiration and go and try it.

Somewhere in the gathering, the crowd gradually gathered again.

After Zhao Rong said goodbye to Lu Zhu, he took Concubine Zhao Lingfei and walked towards the lively place where the crowd gathered.

On the way, Qingjun, who had been silent, suddenly said, "I believe you."

"Ah? What?"

Zhao Rong turned to look at her.

Zhao Lingfei looked forward, with a faint smile on her lips, but her tone was serious, "Brother Rong'er, the word you changed can make Senior Sister Liu's lyrics into good quality, I believe it... Clouds break, the moon comes out, and the flowers play with shadows, it sounds really beautiful, Brother Rong'er, can you tell me in detail, I want to listen."

Zhao Rong was slightly stunned when he heard this, and then a smile appeared in his eyes. He turned his head again and squinted at the front.

The same was true for Concubine Zhao Ling. The two walked side by side, not looking at each other, but they felt very close in their hearts.

The two of them have their own experiences, and they have chosen different paths. One studies, the other practices swordsmanship. They have knowledge that the other does not understand, and their strengths and weaknesses are also different, but these will not become obstacles to their relationship and stop them from talking. They can be overcome.

I want to know everything about you. As for the knowledge that I don’t understand, as long as you are willing to talk about it, I am willing to listen.

Zhao Rong thought for a moment and spoke in a gentle voice.

"Clouds break, the moon comes out, and the flowers sway their shadows. Although the word 'sway' is good, it is not moving and detailed enough... Miss Liu wanted to write about the moment when the wind blew away the clouds and the moonlight shone down to illuminate the flowers. She saw the flowers being blown by the wind and swaying their shadows... Just imagine, after a whole day of sadness and depression, at the end of the day, you can taste the spring that is about to pass away. How tortuous and complicated this mood is. If you want to convey it through words, you have to refine a very charming and vivid verb..."

Concubine Zhao Ling murmured: "Play, play with shadows, the clouds break and the moon comes out, the flowers play with shadows... The word 'shadow' is very good, it is described by your word 'play'..."

After listening to Zhao Rong's patient explanation, she seemed to be thinking about something.

"Qingjun, do you understand?"

Concubine Zhao Ling nodded slightly, then shook her head slightly.

Zhao Rong smiled.

This stupid lady...

The two came to where the crowd gathered.

It was discovered that Ye Ruoxi was organizing an elegant gathering game called "Shefu".

Zhao Rong watched for a while and was somewhat impressed. He had seen his classmates play this game before in the Imperial College in Qianjing. However, he was not very familiar with it. It was a guessing game.

"She" means to guess and "fu" means to cover.

The game is mainly divided into shooters and coverers. The coverer covers an object with an instrument, and the shooter guesses what is inside through solving puzzles and divination.

However, after watching for a while, Zhao Rong discovered that the way these practitioners on the mountain played the game of Shefu was very different from the way his classmates used to play at the foot of the mountain.

The way to play at the foot of the mountain is that the cover player has to provide some hints and information, allowing the shooter to "shoot" through experience and superb knowledge.

And the way these Taiqing Mansion students and academy scholars play is... without any hints. The shooter directly uses the divination technique of the immortals to calculate, and the covert can also use formations and talismans to conceal the secrets and interfere with the shooter's divination results.

Is this how you Tianzhi realm monks play? Sorry to bother you.

The corner of Zhao Rong's mouth twitched.

But looking at the excited expressions of these students, this "shooting cover" game seems to be very popular and fashionable in the elegant gathering on the mountain.

Zhao Rong turned around and found that Qingjun also looked interested and was watching her senior sisters playing guessing games.

He winked and said, "Want to go play?"

Zhao Lingfei hesitated for a while. She knew that Rong'er had not yet reached the Haoran realm and did not have the spiritual energy to use magic, so he could not play this kind of game.

However, when Concubine Zhao Ling saw Zhao Rong's encouraging look, she nodded with a happy expression, and said with a slightly proud tone: "Brother Rong'er, I have seen my senior sisters play this game several times before, but I have never tried it. But I understand it. My divination is very powerful. Wait for me, I will go and win the prize for you."

Zhao Rong smiled and nodded. Looking at her rare childish side, he suddenly realized that although Qingjun was quiet, she was very "playful" when she was with him when she was a child. Rather than saying that he led her astray and made her run all over the mountains and fields when she was a child, it would be better to say that both of them were naughty, but Qingjun was used to listening to him and always followed Zhao Rong.

Today, the two of them are hanging out at elegant gatherings hand in hand again, and they have regained some of the tacit understanding and fun they had when they were children.

Everyone who was playing the game of shooting covers was a little surprised to see Concubine Zhao Ling join in. However, there had been too many surprises today because of this person, and many preconceived impressions had been broken. Now that they saw her rarely participating in the game of shooting covers, they were not too shocked. Many students in the mansion and scholars in the academy glanced at Zhao Rong who was waiting for Concubine Zhao Ling on the side.

Not far away, behind a deserted desk that seemed isolated from the entire gathering, sat Ji Qianyi and Yunzi.

At a certain moment, Ji Qianyi, who had been reading a book with his head down in silence, suddenly stood up, walked towards the place where everyone was playing guessing games, and then joined in.

Yunzi had long discovered that although his son was reading a book, he would still glance at the beautiful figure from time to time, and this time he walked straight towards her.

She sighed softly, frowned and looked at Zhao Rong in the distance, who was also the culprit who caused all these things.

Yunzi pondered for a moment, then stood up and followed.

The rules of the game organized by Ye Ruoxi are very simple. It is probably to attract more people to participate in the gathering, so there are many ways to play.

Zhao Rong looked at it for a while and roughly understood it. He turned his head and looked around, and happened to see Ye Lanzhi.

She was standing a few steps away, talking and laughing with a handsome man. At this moment, as if she noticed his gaze, Ye Lanzhi nodded slightly at him, then shifted her attention away and stopped looking at him.

Zhao Rong nodded in response, then glanced at the man next to her, who seemed to be the male companion who had just been assigned to the same table with Ye Lanzhi.

At this time, another game of shooting covers began. The rule this time was that all the participating women would act as cover-takers, while some men who volunteered could stand up and act as shooters.

If the archer can guess all the hidden objects of the women correctly at once, he will win a prize. If he guesses wrong, even if he makes only one mistake, he will be punished.

The game started soon and Zhao Rong's attention was attracted.

There were twenty women who served as the overthrowers this time, including Zhao Lingfei and Liu Kongyi.

However, no man stepped forward to act as the shooter for a while, and many of them were hesitant. After all, it was really difficult to guess what all the women were hiding. Among these women, there were several powerful ones who knew some superb techniques to block out the secrets.

Although the prize for winning is good and the penalty for guessing wrong is small, the uncertainty still makes the men hesitate, because face is more important in front of so many people.

Suddenly, Ji Qianyi walked out from a group of hesitant men and said calmly:

"I'll do it."

As the host, Ye Ruoxi's eyes lit up, "Junior Brother Ji looks very confident, you have to think it over carefully. If you lose, you will have to punish yourself with three cups of dead wood wine and..."

Ji Qianyi interrupted and said, "No problem. If I lose, I can still compensate you sisters with something... Let's get started."

The tone is light.

The onlookers looked at each other, and many women admired his confidence.

Ji Qianyi didn't care about all this. Instead, he turned his head slightly and glanced at Zhao Lingfei out of the corner of his eye.

She looked normal, indifferent to what was happening on the field. She turned back from time to time to look at the mortal son-in-law. The two smiled at each other, and the smile made Ji Qianyi feel very eye-catching.

He glanced at Zhao Rong and snorted coldly.

The game of shooting covers begins.

Ji Qian turned his back and closed his eyes to rest under the supervision of everyone.

rear.

The women who were the cover took out various small objects, put them into a special jade box that could shield the divine consciousness, and then imposed various restrictions...

Concubine Zhao Ling withdrew her gaze from her husband, and the curve of her lips slowly narrowed. She thought for a moment, took out an item from her sleeve that she had not worn for some time, and gently placed it in the jade box.

Afterwards, Zhao Lingfei's eyes flashed slightly, and she raised her slender finger. A small handleless sword instantly appeared in front of her. It was crystal clear, like ice, and tiny.

The next second, there was a flash of sword light, and the tip of the hiltless sword held a dazzling white light, which swiped left and right on the jade box, outlining a strange magic circle.

Zhao Rong's eyelids jumped when he saw this scene. He then remembered that Qing Jun was not only his wife, but also a sword immortal embryo at the peak of Haoran Realm. If he looked at her from the perspective of his previous life, she would definitely be the template of the protagonist, except that she had a son-in-law husband...

On the other side, Liu Kongyi stretched out her hand and tapped the jade box rhythmically. She thought for a moment, glanced at Zhao Lingfei who was attracting many men's attention, and saw that she was flying the sword to carve a formation. Liu Kongyi curled her lips.

She glanced at the dragon carp in front of her, smiled slightly, and reached out to grab it.

Immediately, the fiery red dragon carp turned into a ball of red morning glow and was casually thrown into the jade box by Liu Kongyi.

Afterwards, she smiled and waited with her hands, without setting any restrictions.

Ye Ruoxi, who was standing by, saw everything these women hid.

Soon, seeing that the women were ready, Ye Ruoxi reminded them, "It's ready, Junior Brother Ji."

Ji Qian turned around easily and walked towards the first woman without even looking at her, and took a look at the jade box full of restrictions.

Although most of the people here are his senior sisters and have a higher level of cultivation than him at the peak of the Haoran Realm, Ji Qianyi believes that in terms of the sophistication of their skills and techniques, no one together can be his match.

Not to mention the art of Yin and Yang deduction, Ji Qianyi even learned it from a Yin and Yang master in his family.

Looking at the entire Wangque Continent, there are very few people of his age who can look him in the eye. Although there is one among this group of subverters, she is a sword cultivator, and her path is pure. She has never learned the exquisite techniques of shielding the secrets of heaven. She just relies on her talent to create a myriad of methods with one sword...

Ji Qian raised his hand to his abdomen, and his fingers under his sleeves flexibly made hand gestures. He glanced at the jade box with a normal expression, "A jade hairpin with flower and bird patterns."

The woman looked slightly surprised, and Ye Ruoxi nodded for her.

Ji Qianyi walked straight to the next woman without looking at her any more, glanced at the jade box, and said again without even thinking, "Six-pointed gauze fan."

Ye Ruoxi nodded again.

"Butterfly Step Shake."

Ye Ruoxi continued to smile and nodded.

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